Spontaneity

Sometimes on impulse,
No more than a whim,
Rides wonderous, uninhibited joy.
Singing an anthem of improvisation,
Off on a lark like
A child with a toy.

Discrete inclination comes
Mooching on musings,
Pensive with longing but
In want of sense.
Left unrestrained to
Ad-lib its abandon
Can fly on a scheme
Beyond expedience.

But tasking a tendency
To moderation and
Pinching it short of extreme,
The natural course can
Become a resource
Eclipsing the heart’s fondest dream.

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